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After my freak out spell yesterday (an internal freak out because one must maintain composure with 30 13-year olds 3 inches from one's face!), I came home to prepare for the evening children's class and discovered through a series of misfortunes, the DVD I needed wasn't here. I had no time to think about doctors; instead, I was devising a new class that would make sense, not destroy the continuity, and still be interesting to the primary class at church. God was good; the kids had a great time; I had no time to think.
At 3 am I woke up with a migraine. My brain was still freaking while I was sleeping. Hey! That sounds like the title of a book -- or movie! A zomig, an Anaprox, and 3 hours of sleep later, I dragged myself to school. The logical side of me says I was not worrying about the pending 1 pm phone call, but I managed to lose my cell phone, spend 40 minutes looking for it, and then find it had been lounging in my coat pocket the entire time, spend 20 minutes on hold with the doctors office and get back to afternoon class still with no news.
At this point I'm barely hiding my "I'm freaking out!" state from the kids. Interpreted that means, I was not sobbing, screaming or pulling my hair out. My voice was tight and controlled, and my eyes were very watery. My patience was wearing thin with student misbehavior. They were amazingly good. (The not-so-little critters just know when they would be risking a broken neck!!)
So I manage to make a quick cell phone call.
I have to go back in 6 months for a new test. (instead of a year). Still not enough cells to get a good read. The good news was: no pre-cancer cells, no infection, etc. Just not enough cells. Which is reasonable, they say, considering I have just passed through what would be about 2-3 years of normal menopause in a few months, and a year of chemotherapy. However, I did tell the Dr. that when calling a cancer survivor, some consideration should be shown about timing. I'm not exactly an optimist about test results. She did apologize (You know, that soothing, we're-so-sorry-but-you-are-over-reacting voice!) Ah!! Doctors!
So, if no news is good news, then it's good news!!!
At 3 am I woke up with a migraine. My brain was still freaking while I was sleeping. Hey! That sounds like the title of a book -- or movie! A zomig, an Anaprox, and 3 hours of sleep later, I dragged myself to school. The logical side of me says I was not worrying about the pending 1 pm phone call, but I managed to lose my cell phone, spend 40 minutes looking for it, and then find it had been lounging in my coat pocket the entire time, spend 20 minutes on hold with the doctors office and get back to afternoon class still with no news.
At this point I'm barely hiding my "I'm freaking out!" state from the kids. Interpreted that means, I was not sobbing, screaming or pulling my hair out. My voice was tight and controlled, and my eyes were very watery. My patience was wearing thin with student misbehavior. They were amazingly good. (The not-so-little critters just know when they would be risking a broken neck!!)
So I manage to make a quick cell phone call.
I have to go back in 6 months for a new test. (instead of a year). Still not enough cells to get a good read. The good news was: no pre-cancer cells, no infection, etc. Just not enough cells. Which is reasonable, they say, considering I have just passed through what would be about 2-3 years of normal menopause in a few months, and a year of chemotherapy. However, I did tell the Dr. that when calling a cancer survivor, some consideration should be shown about timing. I'm not exactly an optimist about test results. She did apologize (You know, that soothing, we're-so-sorry-but-you-are-over-reacting voice!) Ah!! Doctors!
So, if no news is good news, then it's good news!!!
Well at least the end result is good news. I bet when one of them has a scare they dont wait so long to find their results!
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